I wish I could heal
The scars no one else can see
With my poetry

The night is silent and still
except the creatures are stirring
of their own will
The snow bunny peeked out of his nest
started hopping he is growing tired of his long
winter's rest
The squirrel is stealing all the birds food
  putting the birds in a questionable mood
Still to me it feels peaceful and calm
I feel like singing some random song
I imagine joining a heavenly throng
The night is silent and still
at least for the moment
I will enjoy it one minute at a time